Cliff face.
The Big Dipper Nine Stars, seven visible and two hidden.
The White Tiger leaned to the side, evading capture, its primeval spirit severely damaged and not yet fully conscious, while beside it stood Lu Xi, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The wind tousled his dark hair, his youthful face set with solemnity. From his sleeve, a pair of black and white bicolor goldfish swam and circled, creating the image of a transcendent sage.
Such a contrived pose was all for the moment when the White Tiger awoke, so he could utter the profound and enigmatic, "Oh, you're awake?"
The White Tiger, dual-natured, was among the top tier of madmen when its demonic nature prevailed, and one of the rare villains when its evil nature dominated.
From any perspective, the White Tiger was never associated with 'goodness,' but for Lu Bei, the notions of good and evil were inconsequential—actually, he had the White Tiger to thank.
